Dream Or Warning

Question: What is your most vivid dream? You know the one I am talking about. It's the one you can't forget. The one that you woke up from and wondered if you were dreaming at all. It is the one you tried to fall back asleep to finish.

I have had one reoccurring dream for years. It haunts me. I can never shake it. It makes me feel as if I lived it or at least part of it. Only it takes place in a different time. If you want me to post it I will. It would only take me about ten minutes because I know the dream by heart.
There have been other dreams I have had that served as a warning. Years ago I was expecting a child. I was eight months along. One night I had a dream that I was in a castle with two of my children. There was a painting of wolves on the wall. Something about the painting disturbed me.
When I turned back the canvas was blank. I was startled when I heard a baby screaming outside. I looked out to see a wicker basket. I could tell the baby was in it. Then to my horror I looked towards the woods and saw a pack of wolves charging to the basket. They were the same wolves that were in the painting.

My heart raced. In this dream I knew the castle. The basket was next to a well. Somehow I knew there was a tunnel that would take me to the well. I ran and climbed up the well. There were iron rods that served as steps.

I managed to grab the basket with the screaming baby within seconds of the wolves reaching it. As I walked back through the tunnel I realized the baby was not crying. I stopped looked in the basket and the baby was gone.
I woke up in terrible pain to discover I had miscarried. That is one dream that has haunted me for years. It made sense to me. The other dream that has haunted me is reoccurring. It makes no sense to me. But it does take place in the same castle.
Have you had dreams like this?

How To Train Him

Synopsis:
Tara knew she loved Sam. It was a love that need not be spoken. However, like most loves you begin to see faults. Little things start to annoy you. In fact many things were starting to annoy Tara. Still, she loved him. She desperately wanted to find a way to make it work. Even if it meant training him to be the way she wanted him to be.

Tara stood on her wrap around porch watching Sam in her yard. She was enjoying watching him so much she almost forgot why she went outside. She leaned up against one of the post, puckered her lips and blew kisses at him. That always got his attention. She smiled as he hurried towards her. As she embraced him she whispered, "Dinner time handsome". She giggled like a school girl when he licked her neck and nibbled on her ear.

She knew she loved Sam. She sat at the table watching him eat thinking about how much joy he brought into her life. She also thought about his bad habits. Things she could not over look. If this relationship was going to work she had to break his habits. She was tired of the mess he made around the house. It drove her nuts that he stayed up half the night making noise when she was trying to sleep. It bothered her that he took off one night and was gone for two days. Never knowing his whereabouts.

Tara loved to belly dance and Sam loved to watch. It excited him when her shirt twirled around. Often she stopped and gave him the attention he wanted after feeling him tugging on her skirt. But there were times she told him to stop and he did not listen. He always got his way and that was starting to annoy her. She wanted to practice what is called floor walking. When a belly dancer does a routine on the floor. She couldn't with Sam around. He always sat on her. She thought it was funny at first but now it got old.

After dinner Tara decided to stretch out on the couch. Sam sat by her feet. She started laughing when out of no where he began licking her feet. Suddenly without warning Sam bit her. She cried out from the pain. Not even thinking about it she grabbed the paper and smacked him as hard as she could. Sam looked hurt and hung his head. Tara desperately tried her best to explain she couldn't stand when he did stuff like that.

Tara knew how to make him feel better. She had long nails and Sam loved it when she ran her nails in his hair. He laid his head on her lap and looked up at her with his big brown eyes. Tara could never stay angry when he looked at her that way. It was the look that spoke to her. Told her how much Sam loved her. She found herself digging her nails in his hair. Rubbing his head and back.

She could tell he was falling asleep on her lap. It was early which meant he would get up and be awake half the night. She decided she would let him nap for a few minutes than insist he wake up. In the meantime she picked up her book.

She was eager to get through her book. Another thing Sam never let her do. The book she was reading discussed the type of relationship she had with Sam. Wanting to make it work she was willing to try anything. The chapter she was on discussed tying him up. Something she had always thought about doing.

Just as she finished the chapter Sam woke up. He turned his head and started nudging his face in Tara's crotch. That was one of the things that bothered her the most. This time she reached for the Sunday paper. It was thicker. She raised her hand ready to wack him and then stopped. She knew she had to control her anger. This was also discussed in her book....How To Train Your Puppy

By Robinette
aka
AVID
Copyright 2007
All rights reserved
P.S. Never judge a book by it's cover

7 Things That Annoy Me!

1) People who come online and reek havoc. It annoys me when you feel like your playing a video game doing battle. Sometimes feeling like you have to lurk around the corner. Never knowing what to expect. I am not Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. There is no reason to behave like that. If you don't like someone then stay away from them. There is no reason to have an Alliance. Alright, maybe if there is a $1,000,000.00 prize at the end. You can make or break someones day on here. We never know what someone is dealing with on the other end.

2) The expression "I Want To Do You" annoys me. What do you want to do? Impersonate me? Sketch me? Huh?

3) When men say "Bobbies". That annoys me to no end. It does nothing for me. A five year old says bobbies. I would never say I want to ______ your wee wee. I don't even mind boobs. But, boobies is out!

4) I get annoyed when your at a friends house and they let their dog hump everything. Take this pillow for example. Oh yeah I want to lean up against that the next time it is on their sofa.

5) The picture says it all. You can not tell me you do not feel a breeze?

6) When people say..."Do you want to know the truth?" Hell No! I want you to lie to me! Duh!

7) I do not like the expression "All Is Fair In Love And War". First off nothing is fair in war. Second if a man thinks I am gonna fight for him. Ahhhh..think again. I would rather go out alone and eat a big steak dinner.

A Father's Role

You come to know a love that will last a lifetime.
Throughout life you have many titles.
One that will never change is "Father".
You quickly learn you are much more than a man who has a child.
You become a...
Provider
Protector
Mentor
Coach
Invincible
Hero
And so much more.
Some of you will raise children that are not your own.
Yet, they still are.
It is not always the blood that runs through their veins that matters.
What matters is the role you play in their lives.
What matters is the love and guidance you so freely offer without giving it a thought.
Some of you will give away your daughters.
Yet, they never really leave.
Some of you will watch your boys become men.
Yet, they are always your little boy.
You will be honored the rest of your life.
Because the love and commitment you gave will be received.
You are a father.
Your child might call you another chosen name.
To them Father, Dad, Pop and Daddy are all one and the same.
By Robinette
aka
AVID

Napkins Please!

This happened years ago when my oldest son was seven.
I was getting company and saw them pulling up.
I told my son to put out the good napkins and silverware while I greeted our guests.
I came in and was shocked to see at each spot he placed a KOTEX.
He even pulled the adhesive strip off them and stuck them to the table.
On each one he had silverware.
My face turned beet red.
He said, "Mom you always say how expensive these napkins are and you said put out the good ones".
(Back then we called them napkins...so that dates my age)
My son is now 30 and I still laugh about this.

My Best Date Ever

I had an AWESOME date.
I am so in love.
The fella I went out with is soooo handsome.
He is a lot younger then me but says all the right things.
Such a charmer he is.
I can't wait to see him again.
He does not have a job and makes me pay for everything.
He also does not have a car.
He doesn't even drive.
He has only made it to the 4th grade.
Still, he is so awesome.
First we went to the movies and of course I paid.
For some reason I don't mind picking up the tab with him.
I know one day he will have a job and treat me the way I do him.
When you are in love it does not matter.
He gave me a list of some things he needed so I took him to the store and got them.
Later we had lunch and I found myself staring at him.
Just thinking about how much I adore him.
I was a little thrown off when I reached for his hand and he told me he did not want to hold hands in public.
After thinking about it I am a lot older than him and he could find it embarrassing so I don't mind.
He picked a flower out of the ground and gave it to me. He said it was the only thing he could afford. Just that he wanted to give me a flower meant so much to me.
At the end of the date he asked if he could borrow some money so I gave him the last $30.00 I had on me. I wish I would have had more to give him.
I just found myself smiling so much after going out with him.
I love going out with my GRANDSON!

Much Love & Respect Always
Robinette
aka
Avid

☯๑’- LIFE☯๑’-

Giving birth to a child gives new meaning to the term "Labor Of Love".

For we bear the pain of labor freely to embrace our own.

We love our children without conditions.

Thus giving meaning to the term "Unconditional Love".

We often make vows to love our mates in sickness or health.

Although unspoken these are vows we make to our children.

Our children are a reflection of us.

Our blood runs through their veins.

They are a continuation of our lives.

We define them and they define us.

The gift of life is the meaning of life.

For without it we do not continue.

Our children are an extension of life.

An extension of our lives.

Our love for them is eternal.

When we part they keep our memory alive through stories told to children of their own.

Many people express the desire to leave thier mark in life.

What better way to leave your mark in life than giving life itself.

By Robinette
aka
Avid
Copyright 2007
All rights reserved

The Best Dressed Funeral

I thought I would share with you the best dressed funeral I have ever attended.
The guests wore a variety of outfits.
Several wore evening gowns.
There was even one in a wedding dress.
There were heels and boas.
There were two cheerleaders and a flight attendant.
I even admired a couple of ballerina's outfits.
Yet I wore a pair of jeans with big holes in the knees.
No one seemed to notice or care.
With the exception of two all the guests had silly grins on their faces.
As for myself I had a hard time containing my laughter.
I did for the sake of my 7 and 5 year old granddaughters.
They were the only two crying.
You see my friends I attended a Polly Pocket funeral.
My oldest granddaughter stepped on a Polly Pocket and broke it beyond repair.
We buried Polly Pocket in a tiny box in my back yard.
One of my granddaughter's made a cross out of twigs.
When the funeral was over we gathered all the guests and took them inside.
Once inside I giggled when I heard the five year old say, "We should have taken the dress off her before we buried her. She does need it anymore"
Gotta Love The Kiddies.
Much Love & Respect
Robinette
aka
AVID

History Of The Red Poppy

I remember as a child my grandmother never passed a Veteran selling handmade red poppies. As a young girl I was always excited. The beautiful red flower that I often wore in my hair. My grandmother always told us the story of the red poppy. This is something I have done with my children. Now my grandchildren. I can not pass by a veteran selling red poppy's. I remember my grandmother always saying, "Dig deep to give something".

This is a brief history of The Red Poppy:

Each year around Memorial Day, Veterans of Foreign Wars members and American Legion Auxiliary volunteers distribute millions of bright red poppies in exchange for contributions to assist disabled and hospitalized veterans. The program provides multiple benefits to the veterans and to the community. The hospitalized veterans who make the flowers are able to earn a small wage, which helps to supplement their incomes and makes them feel more self-sufficient. The physical and mental activity provides many therapeutic benefits as well. Donations are used exclusively to assist and support veterans and their families. The poppy also reminds the community of the past sacrifices and continuing needs of our veterans. The poppy has become a nationally known and recognized symbol of sacrifice and is worn to honor the men and women who served and died for their country in all wars.

A brief history of the artificial poppy:

In the World War I battlefields of Belgium, poppies grew wild amid the ravaged landscape. How could such a pretty little flower grow wild while surrounded by death and destruction? The overturned soils of battle enabled the poppy seeds to be covered, thus allowing them to grow and to forever serve as a reminder of the bloodshed during that and future wars.
The poppy movement was inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields" written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian forces in 1915 before the United States entered World War I. Selling replicas of the original Flanders' poppy originated in some of the allied countries immediately after the Armistice.

No definite organized sale of poppies on a nationwide scale was conducted in America until 1921, when the Franco-American Children's League sold poppies ostensibly for the benefit of children in the devastated areas of France and Belgium.

Madam Guerin, who was recognized as "the poppy lady from France", sought and received the cooperation of the Veterans of Foreign Wars of the U.S. early in 1922, after the Franco-American Children's League was dissolved. The VFW conducted a poppy sale prior to Memorial Day, 1922, using only poppies that were made in France. In the 1923 poppy sale, due to the difficulty and delay in getting poppies from France, the VFW made use of a surplus of French poppies that were on hand and the balance was provided by a firm in New York City manufacturing artificial flowers.

The Veterans of Foreign Wars of the United States was the first veteran organization to promote a nationally organized campaign for the annual distribution of poppies assembled by American disabled and needy veterans. In 1924, the VFW patented the name "Buddy Poppy" for their version of the artificial flower. Buddy Poppy proceeds represents no profit to any VFW unit. All the money contributed by the public for Buddy Poppies is used in the cause of veteran’s welfare, or for the well being of their needy dependents and the orphans of veterans.

Following the 1924 sale, the VFW believed it would stimulate local sales if the poppies they used were assembled by disabled veterans in hospitals within their own jurisdiction. The 1924 encampment of the VFW at Atlantic City granted this privilege, under the provision that all poppies would be produced according to specifications set forth by the National Buddy Poppy Committee, and that all poppies would be assembled by disabled veterans in government hospitals and by needy veterans in workshops supervised by the VFW. Around the same year, the American Legion Auxiliary adopted the poppy as the organization's memorial flower and pledged its use to benefit our servicemen and their families. Today, the poppy continues to provide a financial and therapeutic benefit to those hospitalized and disabled veterans who construct them, as well as benefiting thousands of other veterans and their families. Each nine-piece poppy is made by veterans for veterans in Auxiliary sponsored Poppy Shops that supplement physical and psychological therapy needed by hospitalized and disabled veterans. The Auxiliary provides the materials and the volunteers. The veteran makes the poppy and is paid a small amount for each painstakingly made flower. For some it is their only income. No matter what the cost of maintaining and supplying the Poppy Shops, the memorial poppy is never sold, but given in exchange for a contribution.

☆*•.¸-‘๑’☯If I Stay I Go☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆

If I stay I go.

Staying here I lose myself.

Your always trying to change me.

What was wrong with our yesterdays?

Were they not what made us look forward to our tomorrows?

If I change I am no longer the person you loved.

Why would you change me only to know a stranger.

If I change....

All that's left are our yesterdays.

There will be no tomorrows.

Don't try to change me.

Because if you do and I stay I go.

By Robinette
aka

AVID

☯๑’- Words Unspoken☯๑’-

Dost thou hear the woman whom stands before ye?

Tis mine eyes that speak

For mine eyes are an open window to mine own soul

Tis my soul that carries my heart

Dost thou hear the words that linger upon my lips?

Tis words yet unspoken

Has thou felt the weight within my heart

Tis an overwhelming desire to profess mine own love for thee

Tis a love that consumes my body, mind and soul

Should thou gaze upon my eyes will thou partake of my love?

Will thou speak the words I long to hear?

Thus lifting the weight from my heart

Thus allowing unspoken words to escape my lips

Tis words meant for ye alone

Words meant to be spoken

For words unspoken fall upon deaf ears

Robinette
Copyright 2006

My Vow To Love You

Your hands so little they fit in my palm.

Your voice so tiny.

Yet speaking volumes for all who hear.

You have just come into my life.

Yet I feel like I have known you forever.

I can not imagine not having you here.

You have captured my heart.

You have my undying love and devotion.

You have all of me.

I will love you without conditions.

I will shelter you from harm.

You are part of me.

You will come to know me as your Grandmother.

The closest thing to your own Mother.

I will hold your hand throughout the years.

Offering you advice and guidance.

Freely giving you love.

You will know me.

Know me as someone you can always rely on.

Someone you can turn to in your darkest hours.

My blood runs through your veins.

I am your Grandmother.

I have loved you from the moment I knew you existed.

You are an extension of me.

You are part of me.

As I am you.

You are a reflection of your mother who is a reflection of me.

There is no greater love than love for one of your own.

By Robinette

Dedicated to my grandsons born May 12, 2007
I love you Gabriel and Aidin

Your Heart

Should you listen to your own heart you shall ponder no more.

It is your heart that shall guide you on a journey meant to be taken.

Your heart shall bid you warning when love is astray.

Make no haste when your heart speaks.


For it is your heart that allows you to love.

Your heart bears comfort and forgiveness.

Your heart shelters you from hate.

Yet you should remember your heart is encased by human.

It is the human that makes mistakes.

By Robinette
Copyright
2007

May Your Next Journey

May your next journey be splendid.

Finding what you have sought many journeys before.

Knowing exactly what you seek.

Embracing it when found.

Never letting go not even for a moment.

Sometimes the sun blinds us.

We look away in a different direction.

When we should have followed the sun's ray of light.

Taking notice of what it was shining down upon.

We allow ourselves to be tempted by things in the distance.

Instead of looking at what is right in front of us.

May your next journey begin first by taking notice of what you have.

Perhaps than you will find you need not journey at all.

By Robinette

aka

AVID

Art Of Layering

This blog is for the ladies. Many moons ago I worked for Elizabeth Arden. One thing I learned was the art of layering your scent. By layering your scent it will last longer. There are also seven hot spots. When you apply perfume to these hot spots it also makes your scent last longer. These spots have a pulse and create heat. When you apply perfume to them the heat helps reactivate your scent throughout the day.
Layering:Most perfumes have a bath gel and lotion. When you bathe with the scent and apply the lotion before the perfume you have done whats called layering. Your scent will last longer. Of course exfoliating your skin also helps with this process.
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7 Hot Spots:
Behind the ears....2
Neck.....................1
Wrists..................2
Ankles.................2
For the gentlemen that read this. You can help your lady by giving them a gift basket that includes the bath gel, lotion and perfume.
Much Love & Respect
AVID

Dark Visions

SYNOPSIS:
Suzanne’s visions begin after a visit from her grandfather. She wakes from a deep sleep when she feels a presence in her room. Looking at her clock, she notices it is almost midnight. She looks over to her window and sees a ghostly image drifting towards her. Somehow she knows it is her grandfather; still, she is terrified! After he gently kisses her forehead, he floats back across the room and waves goodbye. The next morning, Suzanne learns that her grandfather passed away around midnight. Her vision of him is the first of many. Later in life, she has a vision of a young girl named Madison drowning in a lake. Suzanne is frightened after Madison invades her life. She is even more frightened when she learns that Madison has been playing with her granddaughters. She must discover what happened to Madison before she can help her move on.
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DARK VISIONS
Chapter One- A VISIT FROM BEYOND
My story begins in 1974. I was not your average twelve year old. My innocence had been lost long before my twelfth birthday. One person I felt some sense of innocence around was my grandmother. Perhaps, because she treated me like a child. She told us stories. She was a fabulous storyteller. However when I think back some of her stories were scary for a child.

Stories I would never share with my children or grandchildren at a young age. Yet, I do not recall ever being frightened. Grandma was the storyteller and was also there to protect us. She did not know at the time what her grandchildren were going through. She knew she did not care for our father. I don’t think at the time she even knew why she had an overwhelming dislike for him. Though we didn’t see our grandparents often the visits were great. It was on those rare occasions we acted like children. It was only then that our father was on his best behavior.

Now as for my grandpa, I have never understood the connection I had with him. He was in a V.A. hospital most of his life. He suffered from mental illness. I was always told he had shell shock from the war. My mother often spoke about him having twenty-six electric shock treatments to keep him calm. Grandma raised their five children by herself. She was in her early thirties when Grandpa was committed to the hospital. Yet she stayed faithful to him. I often wondered what her life would have been like if she divorced and remarried. I always heard stories about Grandpa getting out of control and going after his children. Mom said he would cry afterwards and beg for help. Most of all I remember his eyes. They were gray. There was seldom life in them. Yet, sometimes his eyes would give a little sparkle and he would get a childish grin on his face. Grandma often treated him like a child. I suppose she was always on guard when he was out on visits. One clear memory I have of grandpa is his story about how he was going to buy a farm with lots of animals. He told me we would all live together on his farm. Then he placed me on his knee and pulled me close to him. "Don’t let your visions scare you child!", he whispered in my ear. When grandma saw him holding me she yanked me from him. It took years to understand why. It scared me! I know grandma loved grandpa. I also know she was afraid of him. For that matter he was afraid of himself. He got worse over the years and refused to visit as much. I think that was his way of letting his family know he loved them. He wanted to keep them safe from himself.

Even though I lived in Texas and my grandparents lived in Pennsylvania in my heart there was no distance. My grandmother always made sure we knew her. It was not uncommon for me to have vivid dreams involving my grandparents. Then came the day I could not get my grandfather off of my mind. I had the strongest urge to call him. But as the day went on the feeling passed. I went to bed early that night, only to wake from a deep sleep in a panic. I could feel a presence in my room. Often my father would creep into my room in the middle of the night. Somehow I knew it was not my father! I looked at my clock and noticed it was almost midnight. I froze when I looked over to my window and saw a ghostly image drift into my room. My heart raced and I struggled to catch my breath as the figure slowly approached me. It was a tall thin man dressed in a suit and hat. I knew it was my grandfather. He always wore a suit and hat. It didn’t matter if it was him I was terrified. I tried to scream, but was unable to find my voice. The image came closer until it stood next to my bed. When I looked up I found myself staring right into my grandfather’s gray eyes. I shivered when he leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then I watched him float back across the room towards the window. Before he vanished he turned towards me and waved goodbye. I knew it was the last time I would see him.

The next thing I remember was waking up to my alarm at six o’clock in the morning. I raced towards the kitchen to find my mother. Barley able to catch my breath I told her every detail of my nightmare. She assured me that it was just a dream and told me to get ready for school. She promised I could call my grandma after school and see how grandpa was doing. Mom’s words brought me some comfort. I managed to put my nightmare aside and get ready. Still I had an odd feeling that something was not right. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to stay home but my mom insisted I get going. Just as I was ready to walk out of the door our phone rang. Sometimes a phone rings different in your ears and you can tell bad news is coming. I dropped my books when I heard my mother scream "No"! It was my grandmother on the phone letting us know that my grandfather passed away around midnight. Little did I know that night was only the beginning of many visions to come. I tried to ignore them over the years. It did not take me long to realize that my visions were not meant to be ignored.

To this day I am thankful I was able to tell my mother about seeing grandpa before the call. Who would have believed me if I said something later? I would have been labeled as a child with an over active imagination. I learned later that grandpa snuck up into the attic at the V.A. hospital. It was the middle of winter. He took a shower snuck into the attic and sat in front of an open window. There he sat for hours soaking wet deliberately freezing himself to death. Grandma was convinced he did not commit suicide. She just thought he did not know better. Later in life I wondered if he had visions. I often wondered if his death was his final attempt to protect his family from himself. I wonder if he saw just what he was capable of when he was out of control.

ROBINETTE

My First Experience WIth A Woman

ஜ(¯`°My First Experience With A Woman´¯)ஜ

I met a woman a couple of days ago. I could not help but notice the tall, slender attractive brunette as she walked into the room. Our eyes met and she wasted no time introducing herself. She sat across the table from me. Conversation was easy from the start. We found we had a lot in common. Not knowing where this was going I knew I was going to meet her again. I knew I liked her. She made me feel comfortable. We agreed to meet the next day.

We made arrangements to meet at the same time and same place . I found myself eager to see her again. I even got there early. To my surprise she was waiting for me. This time she wasted no time telling me exactly what she wanted to do to me. I gazed at her and absorbed every word. Had I heard her right? Did I really want to do this?

She sensed I was nervous and assured me we could take our time. I watched as she reached for a card. Glancing at her watch she said, "Please come here tomorrow at this time. I am sure you will not be disappointed."

On the drive home I gave myself reasons not to meet her. I also found myself thinking I could always leave if I did not feel comfortable. Deep inside of me I knew this was something I wanted to explore. Even deeper I knew it was something I had to explore.

Today was the day I met her again. I met her at her place. I took in all my surroundings. I was actually impressed. She has great taste in art. After talking for a little bit she stood up and walked towards me. I stiffened as she placed her hand on my shoulder. In a soft voice she said, "I would like you to follow me into the next room and lay on the bed." I gulped knowing if I wanted to back out this would have been the best time. I found myself following her I wanted her to explore me and teach me.

Once we got into the room I eyed the bed. I also noticed a sheer gown laying on it. She asked to put the gown on. I obliged her without hesitation. She helped me down to the bed. I had never been so nervous before. She asked me to lay on my stomach. I sighed as she moved my hair off to the side.

I was tense. She leaned down and said, "Relax honey I am going to take my time with you. If you want me to stop I will stop." I found myself trusting her. I had also gone this far I did not want to back out. I wanted to know how it felt.

I felt her soft fingers tracing my spine. I shivered at her touch. She slowly massaged my back. She could feel me tensing up. "If this is making you too uncomfortable I will stop", she said. I shook my head no. I was uncomfortable but it felt good. I found myself moaning out load. "I am going to work my way down.", she whispered. "Tell me if this feels good."
She had complete control of the situation. I like being in charge. I am not use to someone taking charge. I found myself surrendering to her. She asked me to turn over. I took my time and noticed her reaching for a pillow. She said she wanted to prop my legs up. I moaned as she put me in the position she wanted.

I know my friends do not want to be bothered with every little detail so I will skip to the end. I am going to be seeing a lot of this woman. She makes me feel good. As I said this is my first experience with a female doctor. It is also my first experience with a Chiropractor. I have always had male doctors.

I went for an exam on Tuesday. Yesterday I got x-rays of my back. I hurt myself showing off for my grandchildren. My back is out of alignment. Today I got my first massage and adjustment. I have to go back 4 days a week for 2 weeks and take it from there. It is hard to sit too long so I will pop on here for a little bit at a time.

For those of you with back problems I would recommend seeing a Chiropractor. It was an awesome experience. It was also a learning experience. I learned that my injury is correctable. I was also given a brief education on back care. Anyway, I hope everyone is well and I will try to catch up when I can.

Much Love & Respect
AVID
Friday May 30, 2008

☯๑’- The Aftermath Of Indifference ☯๑’-

With joy comes sorrow.
The aftermath of difference.
The arguments of tomorrow.
It’s not our vision that blinds us.
It’s our inability to see.
Who shall part with their own convictions?
Who shall surrender their own being?
In our minds we are right.
The other must be wrong.
For the sake of peace one will concede.
Their principles no longer valued.
What does the other really gain?
The solace of silence?
The victory of another’s shame?
With love comes pain.
With joy comes sorrow.
The aftermath of difference.
The arguments of tomorrow.
By Robinette aka Avid
Copyright 2006
All rights reserved

☆*•.¸-‘๑’HIS IMMORTAL‘๑’-¸.•☆

☆*•.¸-‘๑’HIS IMMORTAL‘๑’-¸.•☆
Sheltered in darkness of the night.
I eagerly watched him from the shadows.
For years I longed for him.
I secretly craved his touch.
It was time to make myself know.
Barely above a whisper I spoke his name.
As he approached I became overwhelmed with desires.
Forbidden lust consumed me.
He stood before me and breathed in my scent.
Like a wild animal on the prowl he knew I was his prey.
He knew I would succumb to him.
He was a creature of the night.
His existence meant partaking of others life.
I knew he longed to feed from me.
Still knowing my fate I was still drawn to him.
Not knowing if he desired to take my last breath or make me his concubine.
He pulled me from the shadows.
My breathed escaped me as he lifted my hair off to the side.
Exposing my neck ready to quench his thirst for blood.
My breast heaved with anticipation.
His cold lips burned my neck.
Barely kissing me and taunting me with his tongue.
His hands cupped my breast.
He circled my nipples with his finger tips.
My breast aroused and nipples hardened by his touch.
My knees weakened from pleasure I had not known.
He forced me to face him.
His steel grey eyes burned through me.
I shook not from fear.
I shook from excitement.
A slight grin appeared across his lips as I offered myself to him freely.
I reached for his member and he drew in breath.
Knowing I gave him pleasure excited me more.
Slowly he licked my upper lip before softly biting my lower one.
Tasting his prey aroused him more.
His member hardened and throbbed in my hand.
With one swift motion he raised my dress and parted my thighs.
He spoke not one word.
With ease he lifted me and wrapped my legs around him.
Forcing himself inside me as he backed me against a stone wall.
A slight pain turned to pleasure.
He showed no mercy.
He began to thrust inside of me.
I clawed at his back and bit his neck.
The first word he muttered was "Harder!"
He brought me to ecstasy time and again.
Still holding back his own.
I fought for breath as he continued to thrust inside of me.
I sensed he was delighted that he gave such pleasures to one whom had never known them.
He grabbed the back of my head and tilted my neck again.
I feared not as he parted his lips and exposed his sharp teeth.
For should he take my least breath I would go knowing his taste, smell and touch.
He fulfilled my lust and desires.
I was prepared to journey with him or part from life.
Slowly he lowered his lips to my neck.
I felt a slight burn as he sunk his teeth in me.
Warm blood trickled down my neck.
All began to fade.
I could hear him moaning as he fed from my blood.
As I collapsed he gathered me in his arms.
I woke the next morning not knowing if I was still of this earth.
My skin pale and cold.
My senses heightened.
A hunger grew inside of me.
A craving I had never known.
I craved the blood of another being.
It was then I knew I had become his immortal.
By Robinette
Copyright 2007
All Right Reserved

☆*•.¸-‘๑’☯It Begins☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆

☆*•.¸-‘๑’☯It Begins☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆

Thou hast come to me in many forms.

In many life times.

Thou art a familiar soul.

One I have known and shalt come to know again.

I shalt not heed warnings that spills from others lips.

They bid warning that ye shalt take from me.

Thou can not take that which is freely given.

For it tis I that offer mine own being to thee.

Tis I that place myself before thee.

Tis I that screams no man shalt take your place.

You are dark and I am light.

Tis time to leave your mark.

For I have surrendered that which I can not escape.

Forbidden desires and sinful lust.

An offering from thee to journey as thine own.

I kneel before thee and await.

Knowing I offer mine own soul to thee is not but a meager sacrifice.

It tis more then a longing.

It tis a need.

I expose myself to thee.

No words need be spoken.

I feel your breath upon my neck and I know.

Tis time.

Pain turns to pleasure as your teeth pierce my flesh.

Your hands cuff my breasts.

Taunting me with your touch.

My breasts heave.

My thighs tremble.

I close my eyes as mine own blood cascades down my neck.

Your moans excite me.

You satisfy your hunger as you feed from me.

Knowing I shall feed from you brings an unfamiliar thirst.

So it begins.

I have succumb to thee.

I have surrendered my light and take your dark.

We are one.

"☆*•.¸-‘๑’-☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆"

By Robinette

aka AVID

☆*•.¸-‘๑’☯My Offering☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆

☆*•.¸MY OFFERING☆*•.¸

Thou hast come to me still yet again.

Others speak of what thou hast taken.

With blinded eyes they see not.

Thou can not take that which I freely offer.

With mine own will I surrender.

I offer thee my sight.

Should thee see with mine own eyes ye shalt see it tis thine own image that has captured my vision.

I offer thee mine own lips.

For it tis only thine own name they speak.

I offer thee my breasts.

Should thou lay your head upon them ye shall feel the warmth ye hast placed in my heart.

Tis a warmth fueled with desire for thee and thee alone.

I offer thee mine own soul.

For thou art the fiber of my being.

Tis a fiber that weaves through my veins.

Tis a fiber which binds me.

Yet, I succumb to thee.

For it tis mine heart which is a prisoner of thine own desires.

By Robinette
aka
AVID
Copyright 2007
All Rights Reserved

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.☯•★.¸.•*THE CURSE.•* ★*•.¸☆

.☯•★.¸.•*THE CURSE.•* ★*•.¸☆

From the darkness rose the light.

A familiar warmth tempted me.

Yet, mere mortal I would never be.

I closed my eyes as I backed into the dark.

A mere glimpse of the sun.

Blistering skin reminding me of who I had become.

Forever Beautiful.

Forever Young.

Yet, never able to capture the beauty of the sun.

Forced to feed my hunger from the blood of another.

Bringing them into my world so dark.

Leaving upon them my permanent mark.

By Robinette aka AVID
Copyright 2007 All Rights Reserved

☯๑’- LEND ME☯๑’-

★¸.•* ☯*•.¸★
Lend me your hand and I shall take you upon a journey
Lend me your ear and I shall tell you my life story.
Lend me your eyes and I shall show you how I see.
Lend me your lips and I shall place my name upon them.
In return I offer you all that you have given.
I offer you my hand and join you on your journey.
I offer you my ear to hear your life story.
I offer you my eyes to see your visions.
I offer you my lips and place your name upon them.
For this is how friendship begins.
For that I am certain we both know.
By Robinette
aka
Avid
Copyright 2007